by E. E. Cummings the Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls are unbeautiful and have comfortable minds （also， with the church's protestant ...
by Jerome Rothenberg I was amok & fearless twice deceived for which I sought out satisfactions in a tree. Too carelessly I reached for love & ...
by Daniel Hoffman As grit swirls in the wind the word spreads. On pavements approaching the bridge a crowd Springs up like mushrooms. They are hushed ...
by Alberto Ríos I've heard this thing where， when someone dies， People close up all the holes around the house- The keyholes， the chimney， ...
by Oliver Wendell Holmes This is the ship of pearl， which， poets feign， Sails the unshadowed main， The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer ...
by Lawrence Ferlinghetti The changing light at San Francisco is none of your East Coast light none of your pearly light of Paris The light of San Fran...
by Dean Young It's not only the word roses lurking inside neurosis or the fact that most of my formal education occurred in the midwest， so too my...
by Shara McCallum Reincarnation， life everlasting—— call it whatever you will—— it will not change the facts： we are ashes of ...
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Between the dark and the daylight， When the night is beginning to lower， Comes a pause in the day's occupations， Tha...
by Alberto Ríos We live in secret cities And we travel unmapped roads. We speak words between us that we recognize But which cannot be looked u...